Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe the fatigue, maybe the remaining ripples of heartache from the other road traveled. One he doesn't regret, but that leaves Bunta just slightly wistful and sobered about could-have-beens. He leans back and resumes his cuddle against Yukimura's possibly-infant-treated shoulder, the jovial giggles giving way to quiet reflection.

"That's not true... You have more than you realize. A lot more."